I spent all of last night and most of today going through my immense digital photo collection searching for sawdust. Yep, that's right, sawdust, as I knew I had taken pics. Along the way, I wrote 5 pages of notes as memory triggers for my books plus culled some raw videos I didn't need anymore (from my YouTube vlog).
I finally found the sawdust compliation, a photo essay of Dad's tools when they were in use in October 2017, to build me a set of drawers. Dad thought I was odd I was taking photos (bipolar mania episode) but he didn't mind. Just including a small selection of those photos in this blog post, with what I think they are called.
I sometimes used Dad's tools in creative projects (was especially therapeutic to use the sledgehammer). Dad didn't understand my creative processing but he let me do it anyway, as long as I put things back in 'perfect' order how he had it.
Mum is looking at selling Dad's tools now. I will be sad to see them go, as my childhood memories are linked to Dad in his workshop with his tools. My Dad was a carpenter since age 14 when he went to trade school in Holland. With his trade, and barely speaking a word of English, he immigrated to New Zealand.
My Dad had no higher education and couldn't do trigonometry but he he could do arthimetic in his head. He built many beautiful things such as furniture and even the seat swing enjoyed by his children and grandchildren. He also built the house that Mum and I currently live in plus the house I grew up in.
He continued with his carpentry beyond retirement, including still using the big power tools in his 80s. Although, he cut his thumb badly on the big saw this year, after decades of using it with having never injured himself with it. He died less than 3 weeks ago, age 81.
Dad's workshop in 2017
These photos are special to me as I was hanging out with Dad while he built, like I did when I was a child (he let his children and grandchildren use certain tools as young children). Just a small selection but I have a folder with more pics for family. Some are pics of tools as he was using them. Others when I took anything of interest in the workshop (many old things from his workshop, I repurposed them for sculptures that went into art exhibitions).
I took pics of this compass in 2017, after Dad built the set of drawers. It was a gift from my Dad when I was 10 years old. It's now over 40 years old and still looks in very good condition, as it's been stored in a wooden box Dad built for it. I am intending to gift it to my son for his upcoming 21st birthday. It represents to me Dad's moral compass. He was a man of integrity and a man of his word.
Disclaimer: the author of this blog is not an expert by profession and her opinions should not be taken as expert advice.